Writters block is a serious pain in the neck. Couldn't think of how to write out the next few chapters, but I DID come up with an amazing plot twist that no one will ever expect! This story had 2 chapters left after this... I want this thing over with soon, so I can focus on other fan fic ideas I have.

Also, I saw the second Hellsing OVA, and I got Volume 5 of the manga. Bookstore was sold out of 6 and 7... Crap.

Anyway, Luke and Jan were well portrayed in the OVA. A lot better than the anime... I was hoping they would show the museum scene were Alucard and Anderson almost fight, but sadly it didn't make it. And I just realized that they didn't show Pip! I need to go back to youtube and check... I might have missed part of it, since the one I saw was broken in 6 pieces. They did show the Major, though. Which is good... I think they might actually do the entire manga into OVAs, which would be friggin' awsome. But I dunno if they would actually go through and do all that.

As for Volume 5, poor Rip. She was cool... Why is it that every time I think a character is cool, they die? And in painful ways, too? FMA, Trigun, Cowboy Bebop, Wolf's Rain... If it is an anime I have seen, at least one of my favorite characters, if not my most favorite character, died. I need to stop picking favorites... O.o

Anyway, on with the story.

"Would it help if I said I was sorry?" Fenrir asked Seras. They were walked around in circles it seemed below deck, and Seras was not talking to him. She was angry about his shooting of the young Nazi she had met. Seras continued to ignore him as he tried to get her to cheer up. "I came down the stairs, saw you, saw a Nazi... So I did what came naturally!"

"Shooting somebody in head as they walk away comes naturally to you?" she remarked coldly.

"Ow, that came out wrong... But I deserved that..." he shrugged.

"He didn't do anything wrong!" Seras growled at Fenrir as he followed her down a long hallway.

"I saw him 5 minutes ago when I was fighting that guy with the crazy cards! Don't ask about that, by the way..." Fenrir muttered the last part under his breath. "He was a Nazi, and he had no qualms with me getting sliced and diced by that maniac!"

"You still shouldn't have shot him!" she yelled over he shoulder.

"I would have had to do it eventually!" he retorted. "It's a ship! If I had let him go, we would have just had to meet and kill him later on!" Seras didn't have a comeback. She simply glared daggers at him. "Look, I'm sorry I shot the guy, but- GET DOWN!" Fenrir suddenly grabbed her and threw her to the floor. Instantly, bullets tore into H as two men in Waffen-SS garb emerged from a doorway up ahead and began to fire. The STG-44 guns they had easily ripped through the werewolf. The bullets also hit the ceiling lights above them, blacking out a majority of the hallway.

"FENRIR!" Seras screamed as her comrade's body was riddled with bullets. Once the firing ceased, he slumped to the floor beside her.

"Don't move," Fernrir whispered weakly. "Play dead!"

"Did ve get zem?" one of the soldiers whispered.

"I know ve got ze guy... I dunno about ze girl..." the other replied.

"Go check it out..." the soldier handed him a flashlight and pointed into the darkness.

"Ja..." the other soldier nodded. He flicked on the flashlight and held it aloft with his left hand, while he clutched the still-smoking STG-44 assualt rifle in his right hand. He cautiously approached the spot where Fenrir and Seras had fallen. When he got near enough to see, the flashlight revealed Seras sprawled out on the ground in a puddle of blood. "Ve got ze girl, but I don't see-" the man was interupted by a knife being held to his throat and a hand covering his mouth.

"Tell him we are dead, and I will let you live..." Fenrir whispered in the man's ear. The man nodded, and Fenrir took his hand off the man's mouth.

"I..." the soldier stammered, and Fenrir put more pressure on the bayonet. "Ve got zem!"

"Good boy," Fenrir commented.

Bloody brits..." the soldier spat.

"I'm American, thank you very much..." Fenrir chuckled.

"All ze same, I hate zem equally," the soldier smirked.

"Hey, vat is taking so long?" the other soldier called out.

"I'm just checking zey're pockets!" the soldier chuckled.

"Good job, keep it up. You're a vampire, I take it?" Fenrir asked.

"No, he just has fangs for the heck of it," Seras sat up and rolled her eyes. "You're blood smells nasty, by the way..." Seras pointed at the puddle of blood she had been lying in.

"Werewolf blood is an acquired taste for most vampires," he shrugged.

"You're a verewolf?" the soldier's eyes widened in shock.

"Ja," Fenrir nodded. "Let me guess, you thought they were extinct or something?"

"Nein..." he soldier smirked. "I just thought ve had them all wit us."

"Beg pardon?" Fenrir raised an eyebrow.

"OPEN FIRE!" the soldier screamed. "ZEY ARE STILL ALIVE!"

"Uh oh!" Seras gasped as she dove back to the ground.

"Idiot!" Fenrir hurled the soldier back down the hallway towards his ally. The soldier screamed as he flew through the air and smashed into his comrade before he could open fire. "RUN SERAS!"

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"So, you're ze biggest, baddest, most awsome vampire of all time, oui?" Pip smirked as he followed Alucard around the ship. "And yet you have no sense of direction. This is priceless!"

"You're French," Alucard casually replied, "So does that mean your blood would taste like wine?"

Pip turned pale. "Um... So where are we supposed to go?"

"First we have to find a way up on deck..." Alucard growled.

"Why don't you just blow a hole in the ceiling or something?" Pip pointed up.

"I don't want to waste bullets," Alucard replied, "Nor do I have an gren-"

Pip handed him a grenade. "Saving it for a rainy day..."

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BOOM!!!

A small explosion ripped through the deck of the yacht, blasting a hole in the center of the bow deck. Once the smoke cleared, the forms of two men crawled through. That is to say, once crawled while the other appeared to hover.

"Well, zat was interesting..." Pip admitted.

"Quite," Alucard barked.

"What?" Pip looked around. H froze when he saw what Alucard was staring at.

"You aren't ze verewolf," said the woman who was standing on the tip of the bow. "But you will still serve as excellent prey," she flashed a fang-filled smile as she cocked the hammer on the antique musket clutched in her hands. "Und my varhead will punish all without distinction..."

KABLAM!

2 chapters left, yet so much to cover! How will it all turn out? And is everything as it truely seems?

Find out next time!